Chapter 946 The Lord is Not Skilled at Spelling People's Hearts 10
Song Jinhuan quickly sat cross-legged and looked at Yu Sheng expectantly.
She had just cried; her eyes were red-rimmed, but her watery eyes were clear and bright.
Just a moment ago I was convinced I was under a spell, but now I believe him.
Future wife, you need to be more wary of others.
Yu Sheng: "After the acupuncture is relieved, concentrate your mind on the internal energy in your body, and let it sink down to the perineum, through the coccyx, Tianshu, and Yuzhen, and then through the upper, middle, and lower dantian. After circulating it for several weeks, you can absorb it."
Song Jinhuan understood, but asked, "Where are these acupoints?"
Yu Sheng was surprised. "Perhaps you are indeed a promising talent in martial arts."
If someone can't distinguish between the three paths, yet can master the first level of the Emei Sect's internal energy cultivation method, isn't that considered talent?
Song Jinhuan felt that he was mocking people.
It doesn't matter, she is indeed very weak.
"I will guide you through this once, so remember it well." He said as he sat down behind her, placing his left palm on her back and his right hand with two fingers together, lightly tapping her shoulder twice.
In an instant, Song Jinhuan sensed that energy beginning to move.
"Focus your attention." A slightly hoarse male voice came from behind.
Song Jinhuan immediately focused his attention on that ball of energy.
"This is the perineum...this is the coccyx...this is...this is the lower dantian..."
Each time the energy passed through a point, the other party would speak softly.
Song Jinhuan wrote them down one by one.
After one cycle, the volume of the gas decreased significantly, and the man said again, "This time, you do it."
He didn't move his hand away, only stopping after feeling the girl accurately circulate the gas throughout her body, then got up and stepped aside.
The girl's face was still streaked with tears, and the flushed redness gradually faded as she focused her energy in her lower abdomen.
Song Jinhuan focused the last bit of energy into her dantian, suddenly opened her eyes, and exclaimed in delight, "I feel much more relaxed and energetic!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a handkerchief was handed to her.
"Wipe your face clean."
She instinctively took it, glancing at him as she wiped it.
The other person said expressionlessly, "This amount of internal energy is enough for you to surpass your fellow disciples from the Emei Sect."
Song Jinhuan's eyes lit up. "Won't I be last this time?"
Yu Sheng looked at her coldly and said with dissatisfaction, "Is that all you aspire to?"
"My future wife must naturally take first place in style."
Song Jinhuan felt even more pressured, yet also somewhat moved.
Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng had high hopes for her.
No, it should be that he was afraid of losing face as the ruler of his territory!
Song Jinhuan secretly rejoiced, thankful that she reacted quickly!
"I only ask that I won't feel ashamed when I practice swordsmanship in public in the future." At least that's my goal for now; the shadow of that day is still quite strong.
Yu Sheng frowned slightly, "You haven't even mastered the first level of moves, what are you doing practicing swordsmanship in public?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's eyes turned cold, and his aura darkened. "Could it be to humiliate you?"
Seeing that his expression was off, Song Jinhuan quickly denied it, saying, "No! Absolutely not!"
Yu Sheng sneered and licked his lips, "I will investigate and find out the truth myself."
Song Jinhuan choked up, not knowing what to say.
Yu Sheng's gaze swept across her, and Song Jinhuan instinctively sat up straight.
"If you don't want to win first place in the inner sect competition, I won't force you."
It doesn't really matter if you come in last place.
However, Song Jinhuan interpreted these words as meaning that he had to take first place.
She whimpered inwardly, then respectfully handed over the handkerchief with both hands.
Yu Sheng's gaze lingered on her face. He twitched the corner of his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
He quietly tucked it into his waistband.
never mind.
Men in the border regions are supposed to serve their wives; they should wash the dirty handkerchiefs.
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